Sir Song, there are more than 300 people named He Ying in China. "
"I have compared all the information, and there is no one who matches him. He gave a fake name."
nine in the morning.
Song Zijie had just woken up in the office. When he went to the tea room to make coffee, a clerk found him in the tea room with a report.
Last night, Sir Song specifically asked one of his police superintendents to interrogate first, while he went to the office to catch up on his sleep. He planned to wait until the superintendent's subordinates could not pry the criminal's mouth open and the criminal was exhausted, then he would personally take charge of the interrogation.
Alas, the boss always likes to appear last, which can not only reduce the difficulty, but also show that he is very powerful. The guys have long been used to this routine and have no problem with it at all.
At this time, Song Zijie took the report with his hand and did not open it directly to read it. Instead, he drank coffee and asked: "Where is facial recognition?"
At first, he thought that because "He Ying" looked so stupid, he might have succeeded in getting the trick right. Unexpectedly, when the first step came, it was another family name.
That guy is really dishonest!
The guy next to me smiled and replied: "Sir Song, there is only one similar person in the facial recognition system."
"Who?"
Song Zijie noticed that the waiter was trying to sell things off, and his tone was a little curious.
"Sir Xiahou."
"Superintendent of the training department, police training instructor Xia Houwu."
Song Zijie let out a light sigh and said incredulously: "Did we solve some major case?"
"right."
"We may have solved a really big case."
"Now Sir Xiahou has taken leave to go back to the mainland to check his household registration."
The boy's suppressed smile and his tone were full of gossip.
Song Zijie chuckled, patted the waiter on the shoulder, walked out of the tea room with the coffee cup in hand.
"I'm going to interrogate him. You go have breakfast."
"Yes, sir."
The clerk stood there and watched the officer leave. He immediately opened the drawer and took out the coffee beans, preparing to make himself a cup of coffee first.
Song Zijie walked into the interrogation room and waved his hands casually. After the guys next to him left, he pulled out his chair and sat down. He looked at He Ying in front of him and said, "Actually, I understand you very well. idea."
"Modern life is so stressful. Everyone wants to go back to ancient times and live a leisurely life."
"It's normal to be a little paranoid, but as a professional killer you have to be educated and you can't use these things to fool the police, right?"
It turned out that while walking on the road, Sir Song had read the information report in his hand.
What does this report say?
He Ying told the truth and wanted to tell the police officer the whole story, but no policeman would believe it.
In Ajie's opinion, this is more like an article! It's something that killers come out to tease them with!
But Song Zijie was still patient and planned to continue talking to He Ying, hoping to catch some clues.
Try to bring back Zhao Yuanlong and another boss behind the scenes before "Brother One" returns to Hong Kong, and then find the smuggled goods.
This is a perfect case.
But after He Ying heard Song Zijie's inquiry, he frowned and asked directly: "What level of military general are you?"
"Um?"
"Again?" Song Zijie was stunned for a moment, feeling that if he communicated with a psycho, he might become another psycho. So in order to solve the case and get clues, he adjusted his frequency and replied with a smile: "Seventh grade, right?"
He compared and estimated the modern and ancient systems in his mind, and he concluded that a senior assistant director in Hong Kong should be considered a seventh-grade person in the country.
However, the seventh rank belongs to the seventh rank. If the word "military general" is added, the army must be included.
However, after joining the military system, Song Zijie felt that he could not even reach the seventh rank, so he could only give himself a "bar" as a way out.
After all, you can't be too proud. What if you get slapped in the face?
However, when He Ying found out that he was a seventh-grade official, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "You are a small seventh-grade general, but you can be in charge of an important weapon of the country like the 'Big Bird', huh! Do you know that such an important weapon cannot be exposed to the outside world?" , it’s best to deploy borders to defend against enemies?”
"It's really overkill and stupid for you to use it to catch me."
Song Zijie tapped the table lightly, and after listening to these words, he almost wanted to give up the interrogation.
"We can't talk, we can't talk, we can't talk with this kind of lunatic!"
"What is the most important weapon of the country? Now helicopters can be regarded as the most important weapon of the country?"
Song Zijie picked up the coffee and took a sip. He looked up at He Ying and asked, "Have you ever heard of Dongfeng Express?"
He Ying was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."
"oh."
"You remember, that is the most important weapon of the country. Compared with him, the big bird that catches you is nothing more than a means of transportation."
"Whether you want to recruit someone or not? If you reveal the boss behind the scenes or hand over the goods, I'll let you go immediately!"
Song Zijie pointed to the door and did not say that he would not be arrested again if he let him go. He was obviously using a trick to conduct a coaxing interrogation.
However, He Ying is not someone who is easily deceived.
He narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the word "delivery", thinking that the official was eyeing his "golden ball of time and space". One side was secretly shocked at how well-informed the official was, while the other side gritted his teeth and refused to speak.
Song Zijie personally interrogated for more than ten minutes, and was about to turn off the camera and let He Ying see the power of the "iron fist of capitalism"... A police superintendent knocked on the door of the interrogation room and said loudly: "Sir Song, someone has requested a visit. .”
"Visit him?" Song Zijie pointed at He Ying, stood up and walked to his subordinate.
The superintendent nodded and lowered his voice and said, "Yes, it's a person named Huang Xiaomei, the girl who took him in."
Song Zijie touched his chin thoughtfully, then nodded and said, "Okay."
"Take him there."
Killers who have no worries are the scariest.
If the killer cared about someone or something, there might be other breakthroughs.
Aren’t there often scenes in movies of professional killers and pretty girls falling in love?
Ajie agreed that Huang Xiaomei wanted to try this method when she met He Ying. Maybe Huang Xiaomei could use Huang Xiaomei to get words out of him.
As for Huang Xiaomei's background, the police found out clearly with just a little investigation. She's just a little girl who's drinking at the bar, there's nothing special about her at all.
Song Zijie looked back at He Ying and did not return to the interrogation table. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and left the interrogation room directly, deciding to go and talk to Huang Xiaomei first.
The superintendent took over the matter from the superior, walked into the interrogation room, looked at He Ying and said, "Someone is visiting you, come with me."
Two police officers walked out from behind him and lifted He Ying up from the chair.
In order to prevent this highly capable criminal from escaping, the police team had used the heaviest shackles on He Ying's hands and feet. It was impossible to cut him open without a chainsaw.
(End of chapter)
